It’s the fourth anniversary of her death. I can’t believe it. Never did write a proper tribute because it hurt too much.
Every afternoon I still think of her as I make my way from study to kitchen, saying, “It’s tea time.” I used to add, “Baby Ise.” That came about because when my mother was dying one of her friends brought her a Beanie Baby (remember those?) that Mother told me was “Baby Isis.” It was actually a chipmunk, but I went along.
After Mother died, Daddy was ready to pitch it until I told him how much Beanie Babies were commanding on the resale market. I still have it around here somewhere, but it’s in a closet. I wouldn’t let the real-deal Isis near it. No need for her to tear up her namesake.